The purpose of Dong Ming's move couldn't be more obvious: he was fishing.

If his identity is exposed, then whoever sees that he has placed a bug will attack him, and whoever does it to him, that person's identity will be exposed.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the sparrow follows.

Dong Ming is a cicada, a cicada that throws itself into the net.

If you have murderous intentions towards scientists or greedy for research results, you are praying mantises.

The praying mantis will pounce on the cicada, and this scene will be lurking in the back sparrow and take it into the eyes.

Yan Jiu became a sparrow and reaped the benefits.

It's just that this fishing profit is too cruel and requires the price of life, which is beyond Yan Jiucheng's expectations. It's not that the cost of life is unexpected, some people will sacrifice, it's the norm.

After all, Easterners have different ideas on the battlefield than Westerners, and they think that it is normal for people to die on the battlefield.

It is an honor to be able to die on the battlefield in the culture of the Orientals.

Yan Jiucheng didn't expect that it was, how could the price of this life come so early?

Dong Ming installed a bugging device on Lao Hang's body, which protected Lao Hang, at least to make others think that Lao Hang would not be a member of the counter-espionage team, and he was not in the same group.

Protecting Lao Hang is equivalent to covering the identity of Yan Jiucheng and his party as much as possible.

"Why do you take your life to fish as soon as you come up?" Yan Jiucheng thought to himself, his eyes did not look directly at Dong Ming, but glanced at him.

I saw that this middle-aged man was fat, and he was full of lust and accosted a few good-looking female reporters with his fortune-telling gimmick.

"Oh, go prepare the materials, what materials to prepare?" Dong Ming took the hand of one of the female reporters who was quite open, and the hair was about to flow down, and the appearance was greasy and obscene.

"I'm going to have a press conference tomorrow, so I'm going to have to prepare some materials. The female reporter smiled, stretched, after a tiring day, and had to prepare tomorrow's materials, which was very tiring.

Dong Ming shook his head, and the flesh on his face shook: "You can write casually, this army is in chaos, is it possible that you still plan to go to the city to shoot?"

"If you don't shoot, there's no material. When it comes to going to the city to shoot, the female reporter's face shows a look of fear, and there are not a few reporters who have died here in recent years.

The fear of death lingered in the hearts of every reporter, and it lingered for a long time.

"Even if there will be a riot in the black organization tomorrow, don't eat guns. ”

Although war correspondents make people feel heroic, they are all human beings, and everyone is afraid of death. Besides, eighty percent of the large number of war correspondents who have come to the battlefield today do not come to the war zone out of their own volition, but for the tasks sent by magazines or newspapers.

Just because war correspondents come to the battlefield doesn't mean they will really rush to the first scene with a camera like Scholke. In this world, heroes are still a minority.

More of it, just to eat for the sake of mixed food.

"Dong Ming, you have come to the war zone so many times, do you write casually?"

"Yes, you always get your shoes wet when you walk by the river, and you're unharmed. ”

A few people came over to learn from the experience, war correspondents are eating with their lives, this is not a bowl of good rice, for many war correspondents who are not as proud as Scholke, how to save their lives is the most important.

"Is that okay?" Dong Ming stood up and patted his fat belly, looking as a matter of course: "Just give me 30,000 a month, is it possible that I have to work hard for this money? ! ”

At this, his voice choked.

scolded people for being stupid, but I was still sad in my heart. After all, among this group of people, Dong Ming is the one who has the most contact with Shore. From time to time, Dong Ming was sent to the war zone to write scripts, while Shorke stayed in the war zone for a long time.

One is an old fritter reporter who came over to casually rub some news errands, and the other is a heroic reporter who took his life to shoot the first scene, the two have different attitudes towards the news, but it does not affect their previous friendship.

After all, in this war zone, it would be nice to be alive.

To live, but also to live.

"I can write whatever you want, I have attended this kind of press conference no less than five times, and tomorrow, we will go to live in the villa area, play cards, drink wine, take some photos and write a manuscript to finish. Speaking of this, Dong Ming slapped his thigh: "By the way, my leader also asked me to take a photo of the place where Ssholk died, it's a lot of effort, that piece is a bit dangerous." ”

As he spoke, Dong Ming paced back and forth with a depressed face.

"It's okay, Wishing Street, the street with the least probability of conflict. ”

"I'm going to go to the war zone tomorrow to take pictures, and I finally have to make a trip, and I have to shoot the facts to the public! A young reporter was gearing up, and he glanced at Dong Ming with disdain.

"When the time comes, I think this reporter Dong is a bad seed. ”

"I finally got a place as a war correspondent, so I want to take a good picture and let's do it together. ”

Several young reporters got together, ambitious, and cast contemptuous glances at Dong Ming's generous back, for young people, many still have a desire to be a war correspondent, eager to charge into battle. I still disdain Dong Ming's behavior of rubbing the manuscript.

Dong Ming didn't seem to be surprised by this kind of vision, although he saw the disdainful gaze of others on one side, he smiled disapprovingly, and continued to drink, eat, and flirt with female reporters.

Shaking his head, fat head and big ears.

Xuanlin took advantage of everyone's drinking and communication, secretly went upstairs, pretended to urinate, and quickly used a notebook to contact the boss to confirm Dong Ming's identity and why he exposed himself so quickly, and soon, the organization sent a message.

It turned out that when Dong Ming was in the car, he let a killer in the car find out the clue, and he had already been exposed, and he was dead, so now he can only expose himself, and he can still fight for something for the action.

If his identity is exposed, the shadow son becomes a dead son.

When Dong Ming was talking and laughing with people in the car, he knew that he was about to die. So unlucky, a hole actually cracked in the trouser pocket, and a small weapon slipped out, and this scene, in just a second or two, actually made a killer see it.

Dong Ming's afterglow saw the killer's eyes, and he knew that he was exposed.

If you want other shadows to cooperate to kill the killer, it's not impossible, but this kind of movement is too big, the risk is too great, and it may expose other adults, no.

exposed, and without hiding the possibility of the past, then the best thing to do is to pretend not to know that you are exposed, to confuse the other person. What is the best way to confuse the other person?

Death.

Fishing with his own death is the greatest contribution he can make so far.

The dead son becomes a seductive son, and it is not considered to have died in vain.

After realizing this, Dong Ming made up his mind, he made this decision without any hesitation, he touched his stomach in the car, and said goodbye to the world silently while talking to the female reporter in the car.

A few minutes later, Xuan Lin picked up the wine glass and walked to Yan Jiucheng's side and reported softly.

"Dark chess becomes dead chess, dead chess becomes temptation. In just ten words, it sums up Dong's life from life to death.

Yan Jiucheng didn't speak, just raised the wine glass and hung down, he understood.

Dong Ming squinted at the group of high-spirited reporters, then sat down and stretched his voice: "Death, it's not a good thing, how much money can be done, anyway, I won't take risks, I don't want to die." ”

While saying that he didn't want to die, he drank and released several bugs in just a few minutes.

All this made Yan Jiucheng see it in his eyes, and it also made the peaked cap in his eyes, and if there were other killer agents or the like, they would also see it in his eyes.

Dong Ming, who exposed himself, did not live long.

Dong Ming walked towards Yan Jiucheng, he swayed leisurely, holding a wine glass, a prodigal appearance, and behind him, some reporters cast contemptuous looks.

Such a war correspondent will not be respected by his peers.

"Forget it, I'll take it myself tomorrow. Dong Ming shouted as he walked.

The killers will not deal with him at the international press station or in the villa area, which will cause panic and commotion, and the best way to kill is in the war zone, and if he is hit by a bullet in the war zone, no one else will think of assassination.

Dong Ming chose the place of death for himself: the place where Scholk died was filmed, he would definitely be assassinated.

This location was told to the killers, and Yan Jiucheng was also told.

"Come, let's have a drink. Dong Ming raised his glass towards Yan Jiucheng: "It's not good to come from a big country in the East, we are fellow countrymen, we haven't been back for a long time, and we feel homesick." ”

After he was exposed, he contacted the organization as soon as possible and reported his decision: to fish with his life. Only then did the organization tell him that Yan Jiucheng was the person he wanted to protect: to protect the reporter surnamed Yan.

Right now, he wants to have a drink with the reporter surnamed Yan in front of him.

Drink the last cup.

Instead of using English, he used Mandarin.

"Kelly, I'll have a drink with you in a moment. While walking towards Yan Jiucheng, Dong Ming smiled ambiguously with the drunken female reporter, this woman has come to the war zone twice, and she is also a good person.

"Okay. Kelly smiled ambiguously.

I heard that Dong Ming and this Kelly belong to the field artillery, and the two people who mixed the script had already hooked up in the previous interview.

No one knew that behind such a greasy man, there was a hero who was about to die.

No one else will ever know about it except the organization, except for the state.

No one will come to lay his foundation.

This is the norm of counterintelligence officers: I give everything for the motherland, but the people of the motherland do not know me, only the country.

"How many years have you not been back?" Yan Jiucheng chatted with him very naturally.

"Eleven years. Dong Ming took a sip of wine and smiled faintly: "When I came out, I was still a handsome guy with only 120 pounds, but now I have become fat." I have heard that the great powers of the East are now building very well. ”

Speaking of this, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in Dong Ming's eyes.

Missing home, missing the country, this emotion made his hands tremble, and he hurriedly raised his wine glass and took a big sip.

"Well, it's a pretty good build. ”

"I heard that mobile phone payment is great, and high-speed rail is great. Dong Ming touched the bottle, and didn't look at Yan Jiucheng, but took another big sip: "When I came out, the big country in the East was still poor." ”

"Well, it's very developed, sometimes you can go back and see. Speaking of this, Yan Jiucheng felt a burst of sadness in his heart, and he hurriedly stopped talking, but clinked glasses with Dong Ming.

He won't live to go back.

"Well, I'll go back next year. Dong Ming laughed and patted Yan Jiucheng's shoulder: "Let's play cards together tomorrow." ”

When you meet people in your home country, it's normal to talk about it, but it's not appropriate to talk too much, and it's almost enough to drink two sips.

"Well, tomorrow we will play cards. Yan Jiucheng only felt that his heart was terrified, he controlled his emotions, and glanced at Dong Ming deeply, but he just turned his head and only saw the side that passed by.

This man didn't live long.

"I love poetry. Dong Ming turned his head, smiled, approached Yan Jiucheng and whispered: "Especially that sentence: A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan to return." ”

As he spoke, he raised his glass and repeated again: "Home is thousands of miles, and there is no plan." ”